Today, I am a bit brighter - a bit like my sunnier self. Optimism hit me at the bottom of my coffee cup and I let the possibilities ahead of me fill me with hope, rather than pessimism and the sense of drowning I felt last week.
I also decided to use the last of the veggies and make a mini-pot of veggie soup.
I am obsessed with soups. This season will be the season of soup.
I love the way the house smells, I love chopping the veggies, I love taking the soup out of the fridge and heating it up, the steam bringing the aroma to my nose and that when I finally taste it, it's like something my mom made - in a word, delicious.
The thrifting bug has hit me again - a wool blanket in Scottish plaid, Mickey waving from an old school sweater, and sheets so soft a Royal would approve. Now for those oxford wingtips I'm dreaming of...
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